Yo, what's up, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew. I'mChillin with my man Phesto, my man A-Plus, and my man Op, you know he'sDope. But right now yo, we just maxin in the studio. We handlin from EastOakland, California and, um, sometimes it gets a little hectic out there.But right now, yo, we gonna up you on how we just chill.

Dial the seven digitsCall up BridgetHer man's a midgetPlus she got friends, yo, I can dig itHere's a fourty, swig itYa know it's frigidI got em chillin in the coolerBreak out the ruler

DamnThat's the fattest stoke I've ever seenBut what does ?keen and Cali? gettin weededMakes her feel like MauiNow weFeel the good vibrationsSo many females, so much inspiration

I get inspired by the blunts, tooI'll front youIf you hang with a punk crewI roam the strip for bones to pickWhen I find one, I'm doneTake her home and quickly do thisI need not explain thisA-Plus is famousSo get the anus

Hey, missWho's there?I'm through thereNo time to do hairThe flick's at eightSo get it straightYou look greatLet's grub nowA rub down sounds flavor,Later. There's a theatreWe in the cutThe cinemaWas mediocreTake her to the crib so I can stroke her

Kids get broke for their skins when I'm inClose range. I throws game at your dip like handballCause the man's all thatAll phatI be the chill from 93 'til

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Huh, my black Timbs do me wellWhen I see a fool and he says he heard me tellAnother person's businessI cause dizinessUntil you..stop acting like a silly bitch

I boastedMost kids accept this as coolI exitCause I'm an exception to the ruleI'm steppinTo the cool spots where crew's flock to stare at themOr see where the shit that's flam bBland leaking out his pocketSo, I got tons of endoAnd go to the ho in'sBasementMy ace spinnedPhat and enough tracksTime to get prolific with the whiz kid

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I be coolin'School's in sessionBut I'm fresh andRappinSo I take time off to never rhyme softI'm off on my own shitWith my own clickFor many bad bros with their fat stoke gettin bluntedFolding bluntsHolding stunts captiveWith my personaPlus, I bombaTestinNiguhs is testinMy patienceBut I stay fresh and

Restin at the mallAttendance on lowBut I am shopping for my winterExploits: some new fitsSome new kicksI often do thisCause it's the pits not being dipped

Flip - the flier attireFemale's desireBaby, you can step to this if you admireThe ex - traordinary dapper rapperKeep tabs on your main squeeze before I tap her

I'll mack herAttack her with the smoothnessI do thisEven when my crew getsLoot, props, respect and blunts to passCrews talk shit, but in my face they kiss my assThey bite flows but we make up new onesIf you're really dope, why ain't ya signed yet?But I getMy loot from Jive/ZombaI'ma bomb yaYou will seeFrom now to infinity

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